A/n: My first X-Men/Marvel fanfiction...please enjoy? This was also requested by my friend, she wanted to read an X-Men fanfiction from me for her birthday because she LOVES X-men...so...well here it is! I hope she likes it and all of you readers do as well.

Pairings: Victor/James(Sabertooth/Wolverine), Smitty/Rose, James/Rose, Kurt/Kitty, Jean/Scott, Logan/Storm.

A Waking Dream

Prologue: Wanting Answers

Memories long forgotten to his own mind, lost for all time. Maybe he was never supposed to remember them, but he wanted to understand these things he was not supposed to. All he had to do...was find his reality or to find his dream...something...

His dreams were plagued with things he wasn't sure of anymore. What was his reality...and what where his real dreams? Like hell if he knew that answer. All he really knew was, one: his real name was out there somewhere, not Logan. Two: How many people thought he was someone else was well over 100, making him wonder how many names he had really used. Okay so maybe in total that was one thing he knew, but, it gave him a clue. Now he had to figure out where he was supposed to start looking for answers. And what was better than for the id number online on a military site for those who lost loved ones. All he had to do was type in the tag id numbers...and there he had all he needed.

Name: James Logan (A.K.A: Wolverine)

Age: Unknown. Identified to be at least 23 years of age

Appearance: -insert picture-

Last saw: Walking Away in Africa.

Sighted?: A town named Never Grow Old

ID: 4000013771

Sate:/Country: Canada

Statius: Presumed Dead

Relatives?: Victor Logan (Victor Creed)

Platoon: Special Unit (Secret Files)

Platoon #: 00975

War: -unknown-

Specialty: Assassinations

Review: 5/5

Weapon: Standardized Guns, and...claws?

Logan was not sure what he had found here, but this was the number he had gotten from the tags that Xavier had found, and where defiantly his...but why was his name James? What was this town he was sighted at? And who...was Victor Logan/Victor Creed? Now though...he knew where he needed to go, and where he would probably find what he wanted...he memories he was missing. Now, all he had to do was find this town and leave for there without anyone finding out he was leaving there...

He left in the middle of the night when all of the students should have been fast asleep in they're rooms. A bag rested over his shoulder and the keys to his motorcycle clenched tightly in his hand with a map, a map to the town he needed to get to...even if it took him a long time to find it with this old time map, from the early 1900th century. The door softly closed behind him. He took a deep breath of the cold night air and then closed his eyes softly. He was ready for answers, and he was going to get them.

"Where are you going...?" A voice asked him and he sighed softly, looking back over his shoulder. The girl stood there, a girl that had brown hair and white in the front. She was as he heard people say 'a stray pup that followed him around', not like he cared.

"Does it matter ta ya?" Logan replied. "I'm goin' ta get answers. Dun try and stop me Rouge. Go back ta bed and dun tell anyone where I'm headin' off ta. Got it?" He said, crossing his arms. She frowned somewhat before nodding somewhat as well. She wanted to follow him, but he didn't want her to. She figured that by the way he was looking at her. All she could do was wait until morning and tell Xavier about what happened...she wanted to at least give him a chance to get somewhere before she told about what happened here. She watched him then, leave, walk away. She closed her eyes.

"You better come back Logan..." She whispered. "Or I will never for give ya...please...come back...your needed here...with us, the X-Men...even if ya don't think you are..." With that, she walked back to her room, and closed her eyes. His memories...I still have some of them...and I fear he's in for a big surprise...worse than I can think of.